╬ eleventh bite; the same deep water as you

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[ It's been over a week since he's had a drop of blood. He had invited Jack to breakfast, to change how it looked. But, he couldn't change the fact that he was using Jack. But, Jack was fine with it. It had been his idea in the first place. This way, he avoided attacking people like Lana. He wonders if in fact drinking human blood is changing him, if what he did to Wes not bothering him is something to worry about. He'd been wondering how he could keep this under wraps from Elena. Damon was all ready suspicious. He knew. Stefan wasn't saved. Or better. He was drowning. It was apparent in his run-around conversation with Booth, in his conversation with Fred. Even Ianto.

A few days ago he'd started feeling it, the urge, the need. But, he'd ignored it. He couldn't trust himself in the clinic. He'd take too much. He'd run out of his trunk of blood a few weeks back.

Quickly, he writes a message to Jack. ]

( Jack Harkness )

Can you get away?

[ Waiting, Stefan tries his best at patience. Out of frustration, he swings his arm, knocking his journal to the ground - open.

At the knock, Stefan wastes vampire speed to open the door. He might look like any old addict if it wasn't for hints of black in his eyes. ]

Come in.

Such a gentleman.

[Jack chuckles, his distinct voice hard to mistake even if it's a little distant as he steps inside.]

I'm trying to be better.

[ Stefan closes the door and still doesn't notice the open journal. ]

To need it less. To curb the cravings.


[ He takes Jack's jacket. By now, they have a routine down. ]

I talked to Ianto.

Really? [Jack flops down on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table. After a while, he figured that he could at least make himself comfortable given the service he was providing Stefan.] Did you tell him anything?

I couldn't. It's not mine to tell.

[ He peels himself away from the doorway and goes to sit beside Jack. ]

I can't judge you for not telling him. It's not like I'm...not doing the exact same thing.

[ He looks at Jack. ]

Elena and I are back together.

[Jack sighs, running a hand through his hair]

I should tell him. I just don't want him to worry over nothing. If she's as special as she sounds, don't let something like this ruin things.

[Jack knows from experience that nothing is worth the loss of someone that accepts you for better or worse.]

Easier said than done. So much is easier said than done.

[ Stefan grips the back of the couch, trying to deny that he needs a fix. ]

I need it, Jack. I want to ... not have to need it. For weeks I haven't been able to come to terms with the castle doing this to me. At least with another loss, a memory loss -- maybe Elena could be safe and away from the danger that Damon and I pose for her.

[ He gulps down air. ]

I used to just put Damon in that category. But, we're fast becoming the least popular people around here. Remember our conversation about ... doing something you know is wrong? I feel like I've gone so far past the point of no return.

[Jack just listens, not really knowing exactly what to say. He's hardly in a position to lecture about what's wrong or right, especially when it had to do with someone's survival. But that was why he was doing this. As long as Stefan fed off him, an immortal man, maybe it could keep others from getting hurt.]

Whadda ya say we get this over with and we can talk when you're not jonesing for a fix?

[ He only laughs bitterly because of how Jack words it. But, he's hungry and clearly terrible at hiding it. So, his eyes go black, veins and all as he leans down and bites Jack's neck. From the door, this looks very intimate.

His journal sits on the ground, still open, recording it all. ]


[ OOC: And thus ends a joint post between Jack and Stefan. Jack's dialogue is bolded. This was broadcast to everyone. It takes place tonight. And replies can come from both of them. Only the first line is written and filtered. Everything else is broadcast. ]

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Can't spell LOL

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto was about to speak out when he heard their voices before stopping stunned. He sat stunned recognising both voices before he swallowed, trying to think of it rationally. Of Jack not remembering. of this being like it had been at the start...

He'd almost convinced himself that Jack felt more for him than he did, but now that idea was threatened.

He frowned at the next noises a sharp breath, his mind running into overdive leaving his lips and before he knew it he had stormed upstairs and seen it. He swallowed and grabbed the door handle.]

Close the fucking book Jack, everyone can fucking well hear you!

[He hisses at him before slamming the door shut.]

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Of all the luck, or lack thereof of Ianto walking in his tower during this -- and of course, the fact that this had all been broadcast. That was just grand.

By the time Ianto comes up, Stefan has stopped and is sitting beside Jack on the couch. When the door is slammed he stands. ]

Ianto.

[perpetualized]

[Jack is still lightheaded from the blood loss, his head resting against the back of the couch as he pulls in short pants. His vision is a bit blurry, but he's sure he'd heard Ianto yelling, the sound a bit distant but there all the same. The slamming door and Stefan calling Ianto's name just confirmed his fears, forcing him to sit up straight and look towards the door.]

Ianto?

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto huffed and stormed downstairs refusing to break down]

I need a fucking drink.

[Mutters to himself before he turned and walked off to the Nines]

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Using vampire speed, he stopped in front of him, at the base of the stairs. ]

Ianto. Can't we just talk? We were going to talk.

[perpetualized]

[Jack follows at a much slower pace, already feeling better as his body replenished the missing blood but still no match for a running Ianto or speeding Stefan. So he calls down the stairs, hoping he'll be heard.]

Ianto?

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto glares at Stefan before sighing]

I get it I do. He's Jack and he makes you feel like it'll be the most amazing night of your life but...I just I can't look at you right...

[Trails off hearing Jack's voice and scowling softly looking up at him]

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

No. No. You don't get it. This is me not killing people, me -- he's stopping me from being dangerous. This? Isn't sexual. Or fun. I hate the word but Jack's right. I'm addicted. It's a fix. And not to Jack or his "amazing nights." To his blood.

[perpetualized]

[Jack finally joins them at the bottom of the stairs, looking a little pale but back to normal besides that. He looks between Stefan and Ianto, trying to get the latter to meet his eyes.]

Ianto, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this.

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

You mean he's not...you're not.

[His blood drains from his face]

Wow...now I feel stupid.

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

...We're really not. I'm ... with - I have a girlfriend - which is probably in question but even if I didn't...he's not my type. [ Because he's a man. ]

[perpetualized]

[Blinking a bit, Jack scrubbed a hand over his face and ran his fingers through his hair.]

So you... were more worried about me cheating on you than a vampire drinking my blood?

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto looks at the pair stunned]

Drinking your what, now?

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

...I'm a vampire.

[perpetualized]

He's been feeding on me to keep his appetite to a minimum.

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

Vampire who's been...

[If torchwood had taught him anything it was how to organise and deal with bizarre situations]

Can't...won't that kill you?

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

He regenerates. [ He's done here. ] I'm sorry Ianto. [ And he walks past them back up the stairs. ]

[perpetualized]

[Jack watches Stefan go, a little nervous now that he was dealing with Ianto on his own. If it came down to more specific questions, he wouldn't be able to answer.]

He doesn't drain me, so it doesn't kill me. It's just enough to keep the bloodlust at bay.

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto balks at the word regeneration and is about to yell up before Jack's answer has him grow quiet and watch him steadily]

He doesn't kill you then?

[perpetualized]

[Chuckling, jack sinks down to sit on the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the railing.]

No, he doesn't even take enough to make me pass out most times.

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto lets his shoulders relax and he relents growing quieter.]

It still sounds dangerous.

[Murmurs and sits down beside him]

Also I'm sorry for over reacting. I get a little...sometimes I get a little jealous.

[perpetualized]

[Jack raised an eyebrow at that] Why, because I like to flirt?

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

No I...well a little. It's not the flirting so much that bothers me as much as what it leads to. Which...I know you're from a different point. That you don't feel as strongly for me yet so I'm sorry. It wasn't right for me to come and interrupt you even if you were...

[perpetualized]

Either the me you know has different ideas of commitment, or you just misunderstand him. I don't sleep around when I'm in a real relationship, unless my partner's interested in group sex.

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

Oh...I think I assumed it was a fifty first century thing...or something had happened in the past. I have to admit the beginning of our relationship was a little...umm...uncertain perhaps is the right word.